it sounds like the sky is breaking each time thunder roars
but all i want to do is stand in the rain and sing to the storm
to witness the dance of lightning as it lances through the sky
a memory in the making and a reflection in my eye
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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~ something from a loooong time ago ~
Whisper me a breeze
so that I may waltz in the wind
A phantom grip between my finger tips
as we/you/I spin and dip
though the thunder pounds wickedly
in my three beated pulse...
Sparkled...
...no...
crisp bluish streaks of electric hunger...
...yes...
rampant and wild in the other's eyes
flared and left dotted visions
long since the candles died
after the melody - quietly ripples away
stains of the eye's rain long since ...
...long since droughted.
*granted, not one of my happiest writings... but I was reminded of it as I read yours...and I hadn't thought of it in years...*
Hope you are well... and that things are going great!!
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